When I fell in love with an older man with three adult children, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. His daughters thought I was with him for his money, but when they discovered the truth about our dynamic, they tried twisting my arm, and I wasn’t having it!
I never imagined falling in love in my forties would come with so much judgment. I’m 43, and I’ve been dating Elon, a 61-year-old widower. He works in banking, and I’m a bartender. Sadly, our relationship made his daughters assume that I was only after his money an opportunistic gold digger.
A happy bartender | Source: Midjourney
I understand how, to Amanda and Claire, on the surface, it looks like a cliché, a younger woman with an older, wealthier man. His two daughters certainly thought I was looking for financial gain, while their brother, Mark, was the only one who welcomed and accepted me warmly without knowing anything about my financial standing.
What his daughters didn’t know was that they couldn’t have been more wrong about me and their father’s situation. Elon isn’t wealthy anymore. In fact, he’s broke. Meanwhile, I have a trust fund and many thriving businesses.
A well-off bartender | Source: Midjourney
The truth is that bartending is something I do because I enjoy it, not because I need the paycheck. Elon’s financial struggles aren’t because he was careless with money. He actually sacrificed everything for his late wife during her battle with cancer.
Three times, the cancer came back, and each time Elon fought harder, pouring every resource into treatment. This wonderful man maxed out six credit cards, took out a second mortgage, and drained his retirement savings to give her every possible chance.
A stressed man | Source: Midjourney
His only goal was to make sure she lived long enough to see their daughters get married, but he failed. His wife passed away a few years before we started dating. Now, he’s left with mounting debts, while his daughters live comfortably in their own suburban bubbles.
The pair live six hours away with their fiancés, and for the past two Christmases, Elon and I made the long drive to visit them. Both times, I was met with cold shoulders and passive-aggressive remarks!
Mean-looking sisters | Source: Midjourney
Amanda and Claire would ignore me, pull their father away when he tried to include me in conversations and ensure their fiancés avoided me too. The duo constantly portrayed themselves as coming from some sort of high-class family.
Periodically, they dropped rude comments about me being “just a bartender” and having nothing. They’d say things like, “At your age, being 40, it’s sad to be just that.” Elon tried to defend me as best he could.
An upset man | Source: Midjourney
The first year of our Christmas visit, Elon called them out for their behavior. They apologized, but only to him, but excused their behavior by saying it was hard to see their dad with someone who wasn’t their mom.
Because I loved Elon and saw a future with him, I decided to be understanding. Grief can twist emotions. But the second year was even worse! The thinly veiled comments about my bartending work became more direct.
A sad woman with her eyes closed | Source: Midjourney
Amanda once laughed and said, “At your age, it’s kind of sad to be just that. Waiting for a handout from our dad.”
Claire smirked but didn’t disagree. I didn’t correct them. I didn’t tell them about my trust fund or my businesses. I didn’t see the point. I don’t like boasting, and frankly, they didn’t deserve to know.
I wanted Elon’s children to like me for who I am, not what I have or can give them or their father financially. Little did I know that a gift to their father would change the relationship between me and them forever.
A happy man in a new car | Source: Midjourney
This year, I told Elon I wasn’t going. I couldn’t put myself through that humiliation again. He looked torn, saying, “I wish you’d come. It’s Christmas.”
“I can’t, my love. They don’t respect me. Why should I keep showing up to be ignored?”
He sighed. “I don’t want to do this without you, plus you know my back’s been acting up. The drive’s hard alone in that ratched car without someone to help.”
Not wanting to come between him and his family, I insisted he go alone and decided to make things easier for him.
A concerned woman | Source: Midjourney
His car had seen better days and wasn’t as comfortable for his problematic back. My brother owns a car dealership, so I leased a luxury car for him, something safe with comfortable seats for the long drive.
When Elon mentioned the car to his daughters, they exploded! They accused him of spending “their mother’s money” on me and wasting it on a “stupid car” instead of helping with their upcoming weddings. Their entitlement was astounding!
Two angry women | Source: Midjourney
They didn’t know Elon was drowning in debt or that I had paid for the car, and he couldn’t get a word in edgewise to correct their misgivings! But that wasn’t the worst of it…
Elon’s son, Mark, lived in a different country, and because of his son’s medical issues, he’d never attended holidays at his sisters’ in recent years. His life hasn’t been easy with his young son, Ethan, struggling with serious health problems, and the medical bills were piling up.
A father with his ailing son | Source: Midjourney
Mark and his wife, Sarah, had to sell their car just to keep up with treatments. They were stuck, isolated, struggling. Hearing about it broke my heart. Elon didn’t ask me to help. He barely mentioned it. But I couldn’t shake the image of Ethan and his parents stranded without a car.
So, I bought them one. It wasn’t extravagant, just a reliable SUV to get them to doctor appointments and back. I didn’t say a word to anyone about it except Elon. I didn’t do it for recognition. But the news got out.
A happy couple with a new car | Source: Midjourney
When Amanda and Claire heard about the car, naturally, they assumed Elon had bought it. They were furious!
“Why would Dad buy them a car and not help us with our weddings?” Amanda whined.
When Elon told them the truth, that I had bought the car, they went quiet. Then, suddenly, they seemed to have a change of heart and called me on their father’s phone wanting to meet. They told me and Elon that they wanted to apologize, to “clear the air.”
An upset father talking to his daughter | Source: Midjourney
I agreed to meet them but only as a test. Elon was hopeful, but I wasn’t. When they arrived at my house, which Elon lived in with me after losing the one he shared with his late wife, at first, they seemed sincere.
Amanda smiled tightly, saying, “We’re sorry. We misjudged you.”
Claire nodded. “It was wrong of us. Thank you for helping Mark. It means a lot.”
I wanted to believe them. For a moment, I thought maybe this was progress…
A suspicious woman | Source: Midjourney
Then Amanda leaned forward, voice soft and casual.
“Oh, by the way… with our weddings coming up, it’d be AMAZING if you could help with some of the costs. Nothing huge, of course.”
Claire jumped in.
“Yeah, just a little something. You’ve already been so generous.”
And there it was! The real reason they wanted to meet!
I smiled politely. “No.”
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
Amanda’s smile vanished. Her face turned red. “Are you serious?! After everything you did for Mark?”
Claire’s expression twisted. “You’re such a hypocrite! You act all generous, but you’re selfish!”
When Amanda slammed her glass down, causing her wine to splash across the table, Elon tried to cut in, but she cut him off! “Unbelievable!” she shrieked before storming out.
Claire leaned in, eyes narrowed. “You’ll regret this. Don’t think we’re just going to let you ruin everything.”
Then she left, slamming the door behind her!
An angry woman leaving | Source: Midjourney
Elon sat in stunned silence.
“I told you they’d react like this,” I said quietly.
He stared at the empty doorway, then at me. His shoulders sagged. “I didn’t want to believe it.”
“They’ve had every chance to treat me like family, Elon. They don’t care about me. They only care about what I or you can give them.”
He nodded slowly. For the first time, I saw relief in his eyes, like he’d been holding onto some false hope and finally let it go.
A defeated man | Source: Midjourney
Later that night, Mark called, and his father put him on loudspeaker. “Thanks again for the car, Sandra! It’s already made life so much easier!”
Elon quickly filled him in on the failed meeting with his sisters, and his reply was, “I don’t know how you deal with Amanda and Claire! You are a saint!”
I laughed. “I’m not a saint, Mark. I just know where to draw the line.”
A woman laughing while talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
Since then, Elon’s relationship with his daughters has been distant. He’s reached out, but they keep their conversations short. I feel bad for him, but I can’t fix that. The greatest thing about what happened during that meeting was that Elon’s focus had finally shifted!
We started planning small weekend getaways, enjoying quiet nights in, and reconnecting with Mark’s family! Ethan even calls me “Auntie” now, and that melts my heart!
A happy woman with a little boy | Source: Midjourney
I decided that Amanda and Claire could think what they wanted. I know the truth, and so does Elon. That’s enough. Our relationship isn’t built on money or appearances. It’s built on trust, respect, and love. And for the first time, I feel truly at peace.
A happy woman | Source: Midjourney
While Sandra’s boyfriend’s children didn’t accept her for who she is, in the following story a man with a stepdaughter struggled with their relationship. Then one day she invited him out but acted strangely, when she finally revealed the truth behind her behavior, the pair shared the warmest hug!
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson
Mariah had been feeling less than healthy lately, causing her to admit herself to the hospital so that she could have a check-up. But in her absence, her children decided to rent out her house as an Airbnb, ready to pocket the money for themselves. When Mariah found out, she decided to teach her children a lesson.
“Mariah,” my friend Liz said on the phone, “why on earth is your house listed as an Airbnb?”
A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels
“What?” I asked, completely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Denise was looking for a house to rent for the weekend because it’s her bachelorette weekend, and she came across your house. Aren’t you still in the hospital?” she asked.
A group of women | Source: Midjourney
“Liz, I truly have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, looking at the IV drip away into my bloodstream. “Send me the link to the site Denise saw.”
This is how I taught my children a valuable lesson:
Recently, my blood pressure had been all over the place, causing me to faint at odd moments.
A close-up of an IV | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” my son, Liam, said, “you need to get it checked out. There’s no point in going to the pharmacy and getting medication over the counter just because you think it’s going to help. You need to get everything assessed properly.”
“And you need to start eating better,” Leah, my daughter, said. “Having oats in the morning, toast during the day, and soup at night isn’t a balanced diet. You’re playing with your health. It’s time to take things seriously.”
A counter at a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney
Leah moved around my kitchen, slicing vegetables to make a salad to go along with the grilled chicken she had been marinating.
“And what about your constant headaches? It’s time to get everything checked out. You should go into the hospital and do a full check-up,” Liam said.
A plate of grilled chicken and salad | Source: Midjourney
“But I feel fine, other than the headaches and dizziness; I’m good!” I retorted.
Both my kids snorted and rolled their eyes at me.
“Do it, Mom,” Leah said, pointing her finger at me.
A young woman pointing and smiling | Source: Midjourney
I had to agree with them. I had been downplaying my health lately. I still walked every second day and did as much yoga as my body would allow during the week.
But still, there was a nagging feeling that something could be wrong.
Women at a yoga class | Source: Midjourney
“Just go to silence that feeling,” Liz said when we met for smoothies after our yoga class one day.
“But what if we find something?” I asked, suddenly nervous to be speaking my thoughts out loud.
“Then, we’ll deal with it together. I know that Paul isn’t here anymore, but I’m here,” Liz said. “And anyway, we need you up and running for Denise’s wedding. I don’t know how to do the mother-of-the-bride things.”
A close-up of smoothies | Source: Midjourney
“I’ll go to the GP and take it from there,” I said. “If he thinks that it’s the way to go, then I’ll do just that.”
“Yes, Mariah,” the doctor said. “I think it’s a great idea for you to go for a full-body check-up. There’s nothing wrong with just knowing your health and body. And I’ll recommend a CT scan for your headaches, too.”
A doctor putting on gloves | Source: Pexels
Which is how I ended up at the hospital, and how my children chose to take advantage of the situation.
“I’ll bring your lunch soon,” the nurse said, smiling at me. “You just rest after your CT scan.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m just going to call my best friend and catch up with her.”
A smiling nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Midjourney
Catching up with Liz meant that hearing that my children had let my house out as an Airbnb for the week that I was scheduled to be in the hospital.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Liz asked me when I called her back after I confirmed that it was my house on the site.
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I want to teach them a lesson. Leah and Liam should have known better. But Leah and her husband are always looking for ways to make extra money. I’m sure that Andrew has a gambling problem, too.”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Liz said, chewing something into my ear.
A couple playing poker | Source: Pexels
“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”
“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”
“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”
A close-up of a woman’s IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney
“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”
“No, my children are devious,” I said.
I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.
A tray of hospital food | Source: Midjourney
If I was being honest, I didn’t know how I felt about my children’s betrayal. But it hurt me to imagine that while I had been away at the hospital, my children were perfectly fine with having strangers take over my home.
“What were they thinking?” I asked myself.
They hadn’t given a second thought to people using the mugs I had hand-painted, or people sitting in their father’s worn armchair. Paul has been deceased for a few years now, but it still felt like his chair.
An armchair in a living room | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I said to myself. “I’m going to get back at these kids.”
The next morning, I was discharged with a clean bill of health, despite warnings to keep my stress down.
“And keep an eye on your cholesterol, Mariah,” my doctor said. “Eat lots of green leafy vegetables.”
Leafy vegetables on a countertop | Source: Midjourney
I drove myself to Liz’s house, where I was going to wait for Denise to meet me with the keys to my house.
“Are you sure about this?” Liz asked, making me a cup of tea and buttering a lemon and poppy seed muffin.
“Yes,” I said. “And this way, they’ll truly have to feel accountable for their actions.”
A cup of tea with a muffin | Source: Midjourney
I went home a few hours later. There was something different about the house. The smell was different, and I knew for sure that someone else had been staying there.
There was a sweet perfume scent that took over my usual woody-scented house.
I had a long shower, ready to wash away the scent of the hospital that clung to my skin. I was ready for a long sleep in my own bed.
A comfortable bed | Source: Midjourney
For tomorrow, the fun began.
The next morning, I made myself some breakfast and dutifully took the array of vitamins and supplements that the doctor had given me.
Then, I began to pack away all of my appliances.
Appliances in the trunk of a car | Source: Midjourney
“Where are you going to put everything?” Liz asked me when she came over.
“I’m going to put some into the trunk of my car, and we can hide the rest in the garage for now,” I said.
Together, Liz and I emptied out the house, leaving only the old toaster behind.
“Come on,” Liz said, linking her arm in mine. “Let’s get you out of here.”
An old toaster in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
I waited until Friday, staying with Liz. And then I drove myself home that afternoon.
“Hi Mom!” Leah said excitedly when she saw me pull into the driveway.
“Hi, honey,” I said, taking out my bag from the backseat.
We walked into the house, and there were entirely new appliances all over my kitchen.
A kitchen with new appliances | Source: Midjourney
“What’s all this?” I asked, pretending to be shocked.
“Liam and I thought that you deserved new things!” Leah said, looking at the floor as she spoke.
“No, you didn’t,” I said. “You came back to my home when your guest was supposed to check out and you found everything gone.”
Leah stared at me with her mouth open.
A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney
“You know?” she said.
“Of course, I do!” I exclaimed. “I took everything! You needed to be taught a lesson. Why would you let my house out?”
Leah blinked slowly.
“Mom,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry. Andrew and I thought that it would be a good idea because it seemed like a great opportunity to make some extra money. Liam said that it was okay as long as nothing was broken.”
A close-up of a young woman | Source: Midjourney
“Darling,” I said, hugging her. “You can’t do this. If you and Andrew need money, you come and talk to me about it. Don’t do things like this. It’s going to ruin our trust.”
My daughter smiled and took my bag from me.
“Come,” she said. “I’ll make you some tea with the new kettle. I’ll return everything else tomorrow. And the money is all yours.”
A fancy kettle on a countertop | Source: Midjourney
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